Limbs entangled with
no clear beginning or end
bound tightly in your embrace,
the infinite reach of your presence
storming the lull of my sleep.

Your fingertips expertly trace
the landscape of my form,
the outline of my soul
that has been a vague shape
in the careless hands of others.

You carefully brush unseen terrain,
my skin softly pressed to yours,
warming the armor I fought
so hard to encase myself with.

Beckoned from the land of sleep,
your want summoning me from mist,
from a dream's guarded ether,
I awaken to your siren's song

Languidly drifting out of my slumber,
I am breathtakingly aware of you,
a ubiquitous presence inescapable,
never far from my subconscious.

Even bound to you in my dreams,
the permanent tether beyond skin,
you gently kiss my eyelids awake,
stirring a light from within.

The glowing warmth crumbles walls,
scales the summit of towering borders,
cautiously circles my every perimeter,
gently pushing past all boundaries.

You are safety and comfort,
yet a fire that consumes me whole,
any other flame would make me
a mere remnant of desire's ashes.

Coaxing me, your lips wander,
the lull of sleep is defensless
to the unfathomable tides
that swell from a kiss.

I am defenseless against you,
as you breach the barriers,
every stone I have carefully placed
swept away like frail pebbles
taken by a monstrous tide
as you melt my suit of honor.

I am pure flesh seared with you,
aching for your commands,
crying for your body's intrusion,
to be helplessly invaded by your need.

Your kisses building in intensity,
filling me with molten lava,
nothing can quell the burn
nor stop the blaze
other than surrender.

But the parting begins patiently,
my layers slowly unwrapped,
chains break link by link,
I begin to come undone,
submitting to your touch.

Every nerve screams to life,
sensations ripple throughout,
desire boiling within me
as I entirely hand myself over
to a deep kiss's overwhelming lure.

Opening myself to you again,
breaching my defenses,
walls effortlessly obliterated,
my body now surrendering,
each thrust breaking me free

Parting myself to you
without choice or question,
each moan is a cry of freedom
as my nails dig into your flesh,
clawing past the breach.

Pulsing with needy lust,
screaming with aches,
pierced with hungry fury,
the preeminent crescendo building.

With a final urgent thrust,
my walls tumble in the quake
as the wave of release
washes my soul clean again.

Entangled and filled,
breathless and spent,
no true beginning or end.

Every defense gone, breached.